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[pinkcultgirl]

Read Right to Left - CW: HEALED SCARS

I think it's heavily implied that Kris self-harms, and I wondered what scars could turn into in the dark world. Got a little carried away with the colors on this one but i really like how it turned out :3

EDIT: yall please don't go into detail about your self-harm habits in the comments or reblogs It's fine to talk about relating to kris here but just remember i can read everything yall write ^_^

[trans-sapphic-mess]

If that trans girl gets super weirdly apologetic, like is borderline apologizing for breathing or is apologizing for things that are basically nothing/happened forever ago, whatever you do, do not leave her alone. Chances are it's one of two things, and neither of them are good; she's either bordering on a breakdown and thinks basically everything she does is wrong, or is past that point and desperately wants to make sure no one's angry at her before she hurts herself/takes her own life. You might think it's weird, you might get tired of it and want to push her away, but for the love of god do not do that. Her apologizing every 0.5 seconds is because she's been taught not to value her own emotions, but they're overpowering her and she doesn't know what to do other than apologize like her life depends on it. Her life might not depend on it, but it very well could depend on how you respond to her heart's most desperate cries for help

[zubzooks]

retry now.

[rawme-price]

Soulmate scars au with ghost who endures torture and war vs civilian reader???

Ghost didnt like to think about his soulmate. At all. For the longest time he thought he didnt have one, a desolate creature destined to be alone. He couldn't fathom the idea of someone's soul being entwined with his own, not after all the abuse hes suffered. First under his old man and now under the hands of war.

In fact, he completely forgot about his soulmate until he suffered a pretty bad injury. Two bullets to the abdomen, an anxiety inducing surgery for his team, and the all clear from the doctors left ghost in his medical room. The private area was an improvement from others hes stayed in, but hes still uncomfortable in the hospital gown and scratchy sheets. Awake in the middle of the night because all the doctors want to give him is mild ibuprofen (for reasons idk im not a doctor).

Pain twists and stabs at his stomach, so bad he almost doesnt notice another stab of pain. This one on his arm, the type of pain he recognizes instantly. Dread curling in his stomach, ghost turns his wrist upwards and nearly throws up. There, in flowering deep violet lines, are his soulmates wounds. Short and long horizontal lines, organized in a neat parallel row.

Hes not stupid. He knows what they are. Ghost actually does become sick, stumbling to the bathroom only to lay with his head pressed against the tile for a long time. He stays there, staring at the violet marks that will soon fade to lavender until kyle finds him.

The sargeant swears, and fast as ghost is to clamp a hand over his wrist, he isnt fast enough. Gently, slowly, kyle kneels down and peels the hand away, his lips purse and his eyes water.

Ghost blinks for a second and opens his eyes back in the hospital bed. Sun shines through the window, well into midday. When he focuses, he can hear his teammates muffled voices outside his door.

"Captain, he has a right to know-"

"No one's stopping him. Simon can put the pieces together himself."

"So what, we just sit on the information? Wait for him to realize and end up like- like *that* again?"

"Im with kyle on this one-"

The voices fall silent when ghost slowly opens the door. He looks like a mess, eyes red and lips chapped. "I should know what?" He asks, hand clamped over his wrist without realizing.

"Its not something youre ready-" Price begins, voice firm, but kyle cuts in.

"your scars are morse code."

Ghosts eyes widen, breath hitching, how- he looks down at his wrist and slowly removes his hand. It takes a moment for his sluggish mind to work over. But when hes does, simon makes a wounded sound. He closes the door, locks it, and just stares. Stares at the marks as water spills over his lashes, knees buckling when he takes a step. The violet marks, series of long and short cuts, a message for him from his soulmate. The only scar ever taken, compared to all the horrible scars hes handed out.

"I love you" carved by his soulmates hand.

[friendlykindboy]

i’m sure i’ll burn eternally …

[reyookah]

”Welcome to the Internet, Transvestite”

an original minicomic by me

[ihavenomicrophone]

[hornyharpy]

12 page TomTord comic ↓ CW: cigar burns, implied SH, lots of eyes, stupid teens being stupid